作词 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
作曲 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
编曲 : Pulp Content / 低俗内容
I see the ground burning
I see the birds drowning
I see the stars falling out from a sigh
Into another life
I watched behind a pinhole
I wandered on a rope
I placed my sight upon the falling petals
The fingertips of the summer breeze
And it plays the harp made of leaves
Blank sails growing into wings
And the sky is my new sea
The moon and birds hangs by the sides
But now I know which one was right
Left on the floor was the prints of mine
To be the answers of the doubts
To be the at home when I am out
I see the clouds falling
I see the rain sliding
I see the ground descending behind my back
To join the black
I held the wheel to myself
And point my mast to the unknown
Through the dim, obscure
Is the delusion’s only cure